Page 11 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

SHE’S MY BOMBSHELL

I keep my eyes glued to the computer screen, ignoring my brothers bullshitting in the background. They’re used to me tuning them out. Besides, I have much more important things to do. Like watch Jordyn take her first sip of the coffee I prepared for her and then smile to herself.

Yeah, I knew she’d like it. It’s the best in the world.

She sits on the edge of the bed, drinking the entire thing, and I note every tiny expression she makes while she does.

She’s warring with her emotions, but for the moment, she seems like a contented little kitten.

Soft and sweet, but her claws could come out at any given moment.

After she’s done with the cup, she pads to the bathroom, and I switch to the surveillance screen for the ensuite.

The guy who installed everything for me on short notice told me that putting a camera in the bathroom might have been taking things too far.

I told him that unless he wanted to end up six feet underground in the desert, he needed to install the cameras wherever the fuck I instructed without question.

Putting cameras in the bathroom might be a bit too far, but I’ve never been one to care much about right and wrong.

Besides, there’s something about watching Jordyn use the toilet, doing an act so vulnerable and personal, that makes my cock rock hard.

If she were mine, she’d never have a single moment without me being close and with her one way or another.

I wouldn’t always be able to be there physically, but I’d always have an eye on her. Whether she likes it or not.

I don’t move my gaze as she cleans herself up a bit in front of the mirror and then brushes her teeth.

She’s beautiful, even first thing in the morning when her hair is a big, tangly mess and her face is makeup-free.

I’d bet good money that she has a trail of men begging for her attention, and the thought of that makes me want to go on a murder spree.

She’s far too good for any man in Las Vegas. Including me.

A few minutes later, even with the noise of my brothers talking around me, I hear her before I see her.

A sassy, sharp voice outside my office. Feminine. And pissed .

“Get lost, Caleb,” she snaps before she storms in.

My lips twitch. Jordyn Kingston is a force.

Most people, men or women, would be terrified to be in her position right now.

Drugged, kidnapped, and locked in a stranger’s mansion.

But Jordyn? She doesn’t back down. I respect the hell out of her for that.

She’s a strong woman like my mom was. She wouldn’t take anyone’s shit, yet she was soft for my dad and for us boys.

Makes me wonder about Jordyn’s soft side.

Still doesn’t mean I’m going to let her go.

Caleb chuckles as he leads her in. “I’ll be right outside the office if you need me, Miss Kingston.”

She turns and glares at him, then flips him off as he turns to leave, making his chuckle turn into a full-on laugh.

When he disappears and closes the door, she spins around to face us, her green eyes glowing like a pissed-off snake. She walks toward us like she’s not barefoot, wearing the same clothes as yesterday with no makeup on, and her hair only finger-combed.

Her eyes sweep the room, landing on me first. It sends a possessive thrill to my cock that she looked for me before anyone else. Such a good girl.

Then she looks at Beckett as he leans against the desk. Kian smiles at her when her glare lands on him as he flips a poker chip between his fingers. When she turns her scowl toward Xander, he raises an eyebrow and reclines in the armchair he’s occupying.

She scoffs. “Fuck all of you.”

Beckett lets out a low whistle while Xander actually smiles a tiny bit.

I push back from my desk and stand. “Be a good girl and sit, kitten. We just want to talk.”

Her eyes flash to me, but she sits in the other armchair and crosses her arms. The move pushes her tits up, so her cleavage is practically bursting from the silk blouse she has on. Fuck me, I can’t get distracted by that. The last thing I need is a hard-on while my brothers are here.

“How was your coffee?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer. Just stares. Defiant. Not blinking. Not biting.

My jaw tightens. I want to punish her. Teach her bratty mouth a lesson on how to answer me when I speak to her.

Xander leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “Where is your father? What hotel is he staying at?”

Jordyn snorts and shrugs. “I have no idea.”

“Don’t lie to us,” Kian seethes.

Her gaze moves to him, and she narrows her eyes.

“I’m not. I haven’t talked to him since before they left.

The last thing he told me was to listen to the other male execs because they know what they’re doing, as if I don’t.

It might surprise you, but my brother is the apple of my father’s eye, not me.

So unfortunately for you assholes, I don’t have the answers you’re looking for. ”

“Kitten,” I say as gently as I can. “Is the business in trouble?”

“Not that I’ve seen. I oversee the financial department, and I haven’t seen anything that looks off. But again, my father isn’t exactly an open book with me. The only relationship we manage to maintain is a professional one.”

What does that mean? Why isn’t she close to her dad? How is it possible the man could favor anyone over her? If she were mine, I’d be keeping her on a leash just so I was never more than a few feet away from her.

I inwardly groan and discreetly adjust myself. The thought of actually leashing her makes my cock hard.

As she speaks, I watch her closely. Every blink. Every shift of her expression. Every single movement. She’s not lying. At least, not about this.

But fuck, she’s so damn gorgeous. I could get lost in those green eyes. Every one of her soft curves makes me want to drop to my damn knees.

And that pisses me off more than anything.

I want to hate her. I need to hate her, actually. She’s a Kingston. Her last name alone should be enough for me to burn her to the ground. But then she looks at me like I’ve hurt her, and something claws at my chest. Something that I don’t want to name.

“I’m not letting you go until I get the answers I want, kitten. So you better start thinking harder about what’s been going on in your father’s company.”

She shoots to her feet and slams her hands on my desk, leaning closer to me. “This isn’t going to fix anything, Cash! I don’t have any of the answers you’re looking for. I’m happy to help you to find whatever it is you need, but I can’t do that from here.”

I shrug, my gaze falling to her tits again then back to her heart-shaped face. “Nah. I’ll keep you here. I’m sure you’ll think of something helpful.”

Jordyn lets out a frustrated growl and throws her hands in the air. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’ve been called worse,” I reply calmly.

“Can I at least get some different clothes?”

I nod once. “I can accommodate that.”

Beckett chimes in, his signature playful grin on full display. “Preferably a bikini, yeah?”

Jordyn spins and glares at my younger brother. I can’t help but grin because I know she’s about to put him in his place, and it’s going to be epic.

“Listen, Sparky. You only wish you could see me in a bikini. You probably have to fuck your own hand since no woman in her right mind would ever want anything to do with you.”

The room goes still, and my brother’s face morphs into shock and then amusement as he gives her a flirty smile. “Why don’t you teach me how to be a better man, bombshell? I’ll be a teacher’s pet.”

She stares at him for a second, her mouth partially open, before she turns back to me. “Call your Golden Retriever off or else I’ll neuter him in front of you all.”

I can’t help it. I actually laugh. A deep, surprised one that rumbles out of my chest before I can stop it.

Beckett looks mock-offended as he brings his hand to his chest. “Hey, I’m more of a?—”

“Dude, shut the fuck up,” Xander snaps.

“Damn, girl’s got bite,” Kian murmurs.

“She’s got a lot more than that,” I correct.

Jordyn huffs and shakes her head. “You’re all insane. Who the hell has outward locks on bedroom doors and window alarms like this is a hostage camp? How many women do you kidnap a week?”

I lean back in my chair, a smug smile playing at my lips. She asked that like the thought of another woman in the same room as her disgusts her. Is she jealous? Doubtful. She hates me. “Only you, kitten.”

“You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she flings.

“They were installed while you were passed out from the sedative. You slept like a baby in my office for six hours, drooling on my couch while my crew secured your room. Really, you should be thanking me for giving you such elegant accommodations. Had you been a man, you’d be in a cell in one of our warehouses right now. ” I wink at her.

Her mouth opens, then closes. Then repeats. “Un-fucking-believable.”

After a moment, she storms toward the door and throws it open. Caleb smiles at her and motions for her to go first. As she stomps past him, he grins at us and gives a thumbs-up before following her back up the stairs.

“Fuck off, Caleb,” is the last thing I hear before the sound of a door slamming rattles through the mansion.

All four of us burst out laughing, and it feels good.

When we gather ourselves, I glare at Beckett. “Chill the fuck out.”

He blinks like he has no idea what I mean, even though I know he does. “What did I do?”

“You know what you did,” I growl. “Quit flirting with her.”

Beckett smirks. “What? I’m single. She’s hot. I have eyes and a dick.”

I glare at my brother, irritation and anger prickling at the back of my neck. “I’m serious,” I grit out.

“I can tell.” He’s still grinning. “You always get this twitch in your jaw when you’re feeling territorial.”

“Beckett,” I warn in a dangerously lethal tone. “I swear to God, if you don’t knock it off, I’ll tear you apart limb from limb.”

That makes him laugh.

Fucking asshole.

“You’re in deep already, big brother. Admit it,” Beckett quips, clearly proud of himself for hitting a nerve.

Xander mutters under his breath, “Jesus Christ.”

And I don’t say anything because, even though I want to deny it, I know deep in my heart that it would be a lie.

“Get the fuck out of my office,” I snap instead.

Sometimes being so close to my brothers is a huge pain in the ass.

Twenty minutes later, I have a bundle of soft sweats and T-shirts clenched in one hand. She wanted clothes. Fine. She’ll get mine.

And fuck if I don’t like the thought of Jordyn wearing my stuff.

I don’t bother knocking. I walk right in and find her sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, filing her damn nails like she’s at a spa instead of a locked-down billionaire’s house.

I’m sure the nail file was given to her by one of my housekeepers, along with who knows what else.

It wouldn’t surprise me if those two are already spoiling the hell out of Jordyn.

She looks up, unimpressed. “You ever heard of knocking?”

I raise my eyebrows. “This is my house.”

She tilts her head. “This is my room.”

“You need to quit being such a sassy fucking brat. I’m only going to allow you to get away with it for so long, kitten.”

Instead of replying, she focuses on her nails again.

“What are you doing?”

Without looking up, she answers sweetly, “I’m filing my nails into sharp points so I can claw your eyes out.”

Oh, this brat. My palm tingles, and my dick twitches. She is pushing every single button, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I stalk forward. Her head jerks up, breath hitching as I close the space between us. I stop right in front of her, lean down until I’m eye level with both hands planted firmly on the mattress beside her hips.

“Do it,” I murmur.

She goes still. Her file halts mid-stroke. We lock eyes, and the air shifts. Crackles of electricity charged and heavy hangs between us.

“Do it, kitten. I fucking dare you.”

She doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t move.

“Every time you say shit like that, it makes my dick hard. But I think you already know that, don’t you?”

Her eyes darken with fury and something else, and I don’t miss the way her nipples pebble under her blouse. She feels it too and her cheeks turn pink.

I push off her and take a step back, tension crackling between us like a rubber band. We stare at each other for a moment before I look away and start pacing. I’ve got to get a hold of myself before I do something I shouldn’t. Something I’ll surely regret.

Finally, I stop and turn to face her. “You can go anywhere in the house you want, including the backyard and pool. But Caleb stays with you at all times when you’re out of this room. Got it?”

She doesn’t answer.

Bending down, I snatch her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand?”

Her pupils dilate, and her pink lips part as she stares up at me with pure defiance. “Yes, Daddy,” she chirps with a smirk. “Is that better for you?”

My dick throbs in my slacks, and I give her chin a slight squeeze before I straighten. She is such a brat.

I point toward the clothes I tossed on the bed. “Clothes.”

When she picks up one of my shirts, she looks at it like it’s roadkill. “These aren’t my clothes.”

“You said you wanted something else to wear. So you’ll wear mine.”

“I meant mine,” she hisses. “From my house. Can someone take me there to grab some stuff?”

“Not happening, kitten. You’ll try to run or pull some stupid shit that will only piss me off and get your ass in trouble.”

She glares at me.

I sigh and wish like hell I had a cigarette right now. “Jesus. Make a list. I’ll send someone.”

Jordyn crosses her arms, and I want to tell her she’s not allowed to do that anymore, but I don’t. Because honestly, I enjoy the view too damn much, and I’m too damn selfish to take that little bit of joy away from me.

“Fine. But don’t send your Golden Retriever to get them. He totally seems like a panty sniffer.”

I stop mid-step as I’m heading to the door and glance back at her, chuckling. “You’re probably not wrong about that, kitten.”

She actually smiles for the first time all morning, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me to be able to witness it.

“Make a list, kitten. I’ll make sure someone other than Beckett picks up whatever you need.”

Then I’m gone, nodding at Caleb before I stride into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as I’m alone, I strip.

I need a shower.

A cold one.

Maybe two.

Otherwise, I’m going to end up doing something really fucking stupid.